There is a voice within me, one that whispers doubt and shouts despair
There is a voice within me, one that whispers doubt and shouts despair in the silence of the night.
It tells me that no matter how hard I try, I will never reach the goals that seem unattainable.
It convinces me that I am unworthy of love, that kindness is a gift I do not deserve.
It weaves stories about how I am destined to be excluded from the warmth of humanity.
The burden of a past that feels written against me weighs heavily on my shoulders every day,
A history stained with inadequacy and rejection, with failures and unfulfilled desires.
I am not smart enough, beautiful enough, or capable enough, the voice tells me endlessly.
I feel trapped in the snare of doubts, like a shadow following but never leading.
I believe that everyone around me harbors a silent disdain, especially other women,
Who seem to embody everything I feel I will never be.
This voice tells me I am a failure, a burden, a shadow of what I should be,
It whispers that I will never have what others seem to possess so easily—belonging and love.
It paints a world where I am an intruder, uninvited and unwanted, a wandering soul.
Sometimes I feel that my existence is a mistake, one that no one would ever mourn.
This voice convinces me that the world would be easier without me, that my departure would bring relief.
Yet despite these harsh thoughts, there is a deep desire to feel whole and loved.
This voice, though loud, is not the only one; beneath its weight lies a gentler truth,
A truth that says I am more than my doubts, more than the fears that surround me.
A desire to find light in the darkness, to discover my own worth and inner strength,
In the silence between heartbeats, I wait to discover that quiet truth that will set me free.
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Dan Enache
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